The first book I read by my next author spotlight blow me away. The way she intertwined her characters and the powerful message it conveyed caught me by a pleasant surprise. I experienced so many emotions reading the book, I didn’t understand why. Not until I realized one of the characters hit too close to home. Life happens. It will be okay. These are the things Ey’s book zapped me with. Since then, I have become a fan. Her writing style is different, different meaning, off the charts! Once you read one, you won’t be able to stop until you read them all. Kickin’ It With KeKe…

Tripping Prince Charming-ROMANCE

Romance to Squeeze Your Heart

Read Debney's Journal- NA NOVEL

D.N.A-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same

THE NATURAL PARENT

Sharing Parenting/Homeschooling Tips

I Write Book Reviews

Do you want your book reviewed?

MOVIE THEATER

Grab Your Popcorn

Extended Book Trailers

NEW RELEASES!! #abortion #infertility

Birth of Controversy

Hi, I'm So Glad Stopped In....

I Write, I Breathe

I am a writer....a master of words.'Like a knife, words should be handled carefully. They can cut deeply, the wound may never heal, and the scar can remain for an eternity.' ~Ey Wade

AND ONE MORE THING....

So, since you are here, why don't you take a peek through each door and visit a couple of my blog sites.Bang on THE DRUMS and view book trailers. Touch THE BUG to go to my parenting site. Any and everything you want to know about Ey Wade /Wade-In Publishing, you learn by a few easy clicks. Email me at imtheauthor@gmail.com

CLICK EACH PIC TO VISIT BLOGS

Beads on a String- NONFIC

I post on Tuesdays on this blog to share blogs/articles I like. It tells you who I am, gives writing tips and ample information and of course blatantly markets the e-books I've published.

TO VISIT IN THE CHAIR (characters)

Interviews with other authors, too.

TO HEAR THE "INSIDE" STORY & BUY BOOKS

Read interviews from some outstanding authors & their novel's characters.

Enjoy intimate, light hearted conversations with the characters from many of the stories in my ebooks. A way to really get to know the people you read about. They talk on Wednesdays and Fridays. Have fun reading the interviews with the characters.

When Clouds Touch - FATED ROMANCE

Fixes the Fault in the Stars

BLOGGING YA and PICTURE BOOKS

In My Sister's World series

Feel Free to Turn Off Interview Below

It comes on automatically and I haven't figured out how to turn it off. But my interview on the show was great. Starts at 3:52

Debney's world falls apart on her 18th birthday when she discovers everything she thought she knew about herself is a lie. Now it's a race to find out what happens first - graduation or motherhood. She's not interested in romance, she has a family mystery to unravel, but someone is waiting to step into some pretty big shoes and turn her life upside down one more time. Visit Debney's journal for excerpts. http://bit.ly/Debjrnl

"Are you okay?" Lifting her head and lowering it just as quickly when her gaze smacked straight into the concerned eyes of Giante’ De Vicari, Debney sighed and cursed under her breath irritably. Not bothering to answer she continued on her measured course down, the action successfully causing him to move with her.

Gianté walked down the stairs backward and directly in front of her, his left hand sliding unhurriedly down the rail with his the arm held stiffly, successfully giving the impression he would protect her from falling. His hands were huge, smooth and long-fingered. And from what she tried hard not to remember, extremely gentle. She felt the heat rise in her face as quickly as the shame entered her thoughts. Above all the others, she remembered him. Every thought she ever had of him caused her to
ridicule herself.

If the imminent danger of falling wasn’t weighing heavily on her mind, she would have closed her eyes to avoid the compassion in his. "You know, it wouldn’t hurt you to pretend you know me, Debney. Hell, we’ve spent every summer together for as long as I can remember. I’m just worried about you, Deb." His voice softened as he whispered the last part.

"I’m fine." Her voice came out in little more than a whisper. It had been days since anyone had spoken to her. Weeks, if you subtracted the cruel, sarcastic tones of voices. She quickened her steps, trying to brush past him as soon as her feet hit solid ground, but he, as usual, blocked her path.

"I haven’t seen you in a while. What with football practice and Spring Break, I haven’t had time to roam the halls, but I’ve missed you."

He bent down a little to try and see her face through the curtain of her thick, dark hair. His smile was encouraging, and the only thing she could see of his face without boldly throwing her head back. No way would she be doing that, she just didn’t feel brave enough to follow through.

The last time she let her emotions rule her actions all hell had fallen into her life. She kept her head down and watched her hands gently rubbing her stomach as she encouraged herself to respond. "That’s fine Gianté, it didn't matter. Everything has been the same." She sucked in a deep breath and tried to go around him, but was forestalled by his evasive movements. "Can you get out of the way? I have things I need to do before the bell rings."

"Why do you always run from me, Debney?"

Closing her eyes briefly, Debney sighed deeply. She just didn’t have time for an interrogation. She knew anything she did out of her ordinary habit of scurrying through the crowd would draw unwanted attention in her direction. Standing still in the middle of the hallway was something she avoided as much as possible. When it came to finding a victim for harassment, she was the biggest target and she preferred to be a moving one.
Peering around his shoulder at the students in the hallway, she took a steadying breath. Maybe if she let him have a few moments of conversation he would hurry and move and she would be free to go on her way. Pressured beyond belief, knowing she had a short space of time to get through the hallway to the restroom and yet not willing to give him access to such information, she feigned irritation, executed her best wiggling neck in the current, attitudinal, broken-hinged fashion and answered louder than necessary.

"Why do you always stand in my way, Giant?" her irritation at being confronted plainly showing.
"You know I don't like you calling me that, Deb."
Of course she knew. He had been teased with the
nickname from the third grade onward. Ever since kindergarten, he’d been shoulders and head taller than the other boys his age, and after the summer of their fifth grade year, he’d outgrown those same boys by another nine inches. Tossing her head back to clear the hair from her face, she commanded herself to look him boldly in the eyes and immediately disobeyed.
At almost seven feet tall, Gianté looked like a god. A tall, muscular, well-built, beautiful Asian god and she loved.

TRIPPING PRINCE CHARMING
Three women who don't believe the fairy tales decide they'll only take love on their terms and they've set the bar very high, but they've got a fairy godfather who wants to help them find their very own happily ever after. Enjoy drama, music, and excerpts. http://bit.ly/tripblg

Nothing hurts worse than when a relationship ends. Except when you could've avoided it.

FRANKLIN:
He watched her as she approached slowly, her fingers twisting and
untwisting around and into each other, bottom lip pouting and trembling,
a solitary tear resting on the tip of her lower lashes. This was the
hardest thing he’d ever done in life, but it had to be done. As much as
he wanted to grab her up and hold her in his arms, he had to back away
and let her figure out what she wanted with her future. He could no
longer pretend he didn’t care as much as he really did. Stifling his
urges, his passion, his love, while waiting for her “to be sure,” was
breaking his heart. He had to call the relationship off.

Carmella
heard the words Franklin was saying, but couldn’t comprehend. She could
see his lips moving, but her mind was blocking her ability to put the
sentences in any logical context. What was he saying? She shook her head
to clear the fog, but it didn’t help. She no more wanted to hear him
than she wanted to hear what he was saying. Was he really saying they
should break-up?

“What are you saying?” Her voice came out in barely a whisper.

“I’m saying this is not working for me. I can’t keep coming here day
in and out and not know how I will find you. What frame of mind will
you be in? Will you love me or will you push me away? I can’t take it
anymore. I can’t be the toad you kick around because you aren’t ready to
have a prince in your life. I’ve been telling you this for days now.
Call me when you’re ready to stop thwarting my every effort to make this
relationship work."

BERNARD:
Sighing heavily, Bernard closed his eyes for a second before looking in
Ivy’s direction. He was angry and hurt. The hurt over ruled so much all
he wanted to do was cry, but not in front of her.It was all that he
could do to keep himself from running out of the building like a
heartbroken little girl,the dismay and disbelief ran that deep. He
pinched the space between his eyes to calm himself.

“Ivy, I can’t even tell you how I feel about this. I’ve mentioned it
many times before. So many times, in fact, that I am beginning to think
I sound needy. I’m finding it very hard to believe there is nothing
going on between you and Nathaniel. You say you’re trying to match him
with Lillie-Rose and yet I never see him with her. I always seem to find
you huddled next to him, you smiling up at him or you deep in
conversation. I can’t handle myself being so jealous and if you’re
trying to play some kind of game to keep me in this emotional hell, I
have to tell you, it hurts. Do you even realize what you are doing to
me? Can you imagine how you make me feel?”

Holding back the tears shoving to escape, he paused to clear his
throat and grab the reins of his emotions. The small action bolstering
his determination to show her he had become tired of the ridiculous
peek-a-boo she’d been playing with their relationship. Four months of
love-me-love-me-not, had taken its toll.

“I don’t know what you were trying to prove with the little scenario
you were delivering with such perfection, Ivy, or whether or not
Nathaniel is a part of it, all I can tell you is this, you’re killing
me. I can’t prove myself any better than I already have. If you’re
trying to make me jealous or you’re,” he paused to clear his throat
again. “Or you’re really in a relationship with him; I need you to
understand I will not stand around and watch as you try to pull together
some fanciful fairytale life. If I haven’t shown myself to be yours by
now, then I never will. When you get your story straight, call me.” He
stepped back and reached for the handle of the door. “You know where you
can find me. I’ll be the one standing next to the white horse.”

NATHANIEL:
“Okay Lillie-Rose, don’t answer me. I’m just going to have to believe
what he has told me. You regretted breaking up after losing his child
and then I come into the picture and make him see where he messed up.
I’m going to have to believe you two never really ended the relationship
you had as kids and I’m going to step out of the picture.” Without
another word Nathaniel turned to walk out of the door.
Rushing forward, she made to grab for his shirt tail and missed as he slipped through the opening, closing it softly behind him.
WHEN CLOUDS TOUCH
Paisley always had everything going for her and everything against her. Born with albinism and a bad heart, she's lived under the watchful eye and controlling hand of her father all her life. But it seems her fate was already written in the skies when she keeps meeting a man who is as determined to let her live as her father is to keep her alive. Some beautiful love and romance flows between Paisley and Malachi http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com

“The smaller gift is an Omamori, basically a good luck amulet Omamori means to protect. This one is an Anzan. It’s ...”

“A
wish for good health of a pregnant woman and a newborn baby,” her
mother finished. The expression on her face as she stared at the amulet
in her hand told all sorts of things to the people at the table.
Happiness was not one of them.
The younger of Paisley’s two brothers held the small amulet by the string,
swinging it back and forth. “Ewww, are you telling us you’re pregnant,
Paisley?”

“Yes.”
She squealed ecstatically standing and bouncing in place. Twirling
until the layers of her skirt flowed, engulfing and wrapping around the
legs of her sister who joined her in dance. Khushi Dae and Malachi’s
grandmother pushed back their chairs, each happily taking turns
embracing Paisley in their joy. Everyone remaining at the table had
their attention focused on Malachi.

Not
knowing what else to do, Malachi decided to brazen it out. Arms folded
behind his head, legs crossed, with a complacent smile on his face,
Malachi leaned the chair back until it rested on the back legs. “Well,
go ahead and blame me. I’ll stand up to my responsibilities.”

“You
better, akudou.” His father, walking behind him to join the women,
swept the legs of the chair as he passed. The immediate laughter from
all as Malachi caught himself before hitting the floor, lightened the
atmosphere.

“Ha,
ha. You all go ahead and laugh.” Malachi stood, brushed down his
clothing and straightened his chair while trying to gather his dignity.
Instead of sitting, he moved to where Paisley stood. Separating her from
the well-wishers, he helped her into her chair but remained standing
behind his.Smiling slightly, he accepted the bottle of wine from the
hands of the waiter. “Now that Paisley has excited everyone with our
little announcement, I wanted to openly apologize for causing everyone
stress and ask for the forgiveness of both families.”

“Wine
won’t clear it that easily, little brother.” Yogi sipped from his glass
of water, his index finger pointing towards Mr. MuRong. “Words mean
nothing, you have to do something bigger.”

“You know me. After lunch I have plans.”

“Malachi, what are you talking about?” Paisley scooted closer and whispered in his ear.

Patting
the top of her hand without answering, he directed his next words to
her father. “Mr. MuRong, sir, I know I showed you and Paisley’s
beautiful mother an enormous amount of disrespect and I want to make up
for that.”

“No
disrespect to your father, but it will take more than a dinner, where
you spring the announcement of my grandchild as easily as you announce
the weather. Why is it you always want to have important discussions in a
restaurant? Your decorum is wanting.”

“Stick
with me through lunch, sir and I promise you will love me.” He laughed
at the collective dismissal sound from every person at the table.
“Family, don’t give up on me, yet. I’m full of surprises.”

When
dessert was served, conversation began to lag until eventually silence
reigned and all eyes turned to Malachi. He raised his hand and
immediately a waitress appeared by his side and presented a card to
Paisley. In confusion, Paisley looked towards Malachi.

“Go
with her Paisley, Yoshiko will you go with them? Mr. And Mrs. MuRong,
Amma, Appa- everyone,will you follow me?” Malachi reached out, clasping
the elbow of his grandmother and helping her from her chair.

“We’ll
go with the girls.” Malachi’s mom laughed, excitedly clasping Paisley’s
mom’s hand. Looking as if she knew something no one else knew.

And a sneak peak of RIBBONS & BELLE a story where terrible choices are made for love. Coming 2016.

Ribbons &Belle

Gorgeous, dedicated fertility counselor Tyson Ribbons, has admired and loved embryologist, Anabelle “Belle” Lee for a long time. When she comes in for counseling he fights everything within him not to deter her from her plans.

That doesn’t stop his heart from wishing it could be him fulfilling her desire.

Anabelle Lee, mourning her inability to have a child of her own, suffered through two miscarriages, a heartbreaking late-term abortion, and a soul crushing divorce. As an embryologist, she has protected the potential life of many frozen specimens, and lived envious of the women choosing in vitro fertilization as their form of reproduction.

After encouragement from her best friend, and counseling from the very perfect Dr. Ribbons, Anabelle takes steps to fulfill her desire to become a mother.

The problem is the announcement brings more of a shock than a gift.EXCERPT:

Belle
put down her can and turned to Sunny. In a slow matter of fact, tone,
she began her story about the death of Fawn. With Sunny, as she’d been
with Tyson, Belle wanted to eliminate some of the facts, tried not to
trip over her emotions and be as upset as she’d been when telling Tyson,
but failed horribly. Tears rolled down her face and she could barely
control her guttural cries until the strained, soft voice of Sunny’s
response broke through her misery. Where she’d expected comfort and a
shared remorse, she was stunned by an unexpected accusation.

“So, what you’re really saying is, you killed her.”

Jumping
up, she followed Sunny into the house, watching in shock as her friend
gathered her belongings and slipped her feet into her shoes in
preparation to leave. For a moment every thought in her mind
disappeared. The break in her heart so real, she physically felt the
pain. Hearing the words she’d ever thought about herself broadcast to
the heavens from the mouth of her best friend, stunned her. They were
wrong. Harsh. A sentence she didn’t deserve. Words that had no business
being planted in her spirit, let alone her soul. She had not killed her
child and she wouldn’t accept that condemnation from anyone. Not even
from herself.

“No,
that’s not what I’m saying. I’m asking for you to understand. I’m
saying that I didn’t have a choice. She would’ve died, anyway. After
living the most horrible short life in extreme pain. I’m saying, I let
her go. In peace.”

“No.
You treated her worse than you ever treated one of your pets. You
euthanized your child and now you’re trying to pass it off like... like a
case of mercy killing.”

“Oh
my God, Sunny. I can’t believe you, you of all people, are saying this
to me.You, who I have for the past twenty years thought of as a sister,
stands in front of me and calls me a murderer. You may as well be
saying I never wanted the baby. Any of them.”

“Well,
did you? Did you really? How can I believe anything else. Were all of
the miscarriages, real? Or something you planned, too?"

Belle
stood for a minute, hand clutching the material above her breast. At
that very moment, every abuse she’d had as a child, every heartache as
woman, every despair as a mother, had never felt as horrible and she
lashed out.

“You
don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Sunny. This is why I
never told you. You of all people, I knew wouldn’t be able to handle my
decision,but I at least thought you would stand with the result of it.”

“Well,
that’s an option it’s a little late to even think about. You never let
me in. You never told me anything. You never gave me a choice to voice
my thoughts.”

“Because
I knew you would say exactly what you just spewed at me. You hate and
can not tolerate the idea of abortion. You can’t and you won’t even try
to see a viable reason a woman would put herself through a horrible
experience, like that. And it was they most horrific, soul destroying,
last thing I would have ever chosen to go through. I had no choice.”
Belle moved to stand face to face with Sunny, who in denial and obvious
anguish, turned her body and stepped away whenever Belle got close.
Refusing to make eye contact.

“Sunny, I literally had less than two days to decide to end Fawn’s life
or bring her into the world in extreme pain. I didn’t want to spend
that time fighting with you about the evils of abortion. And believe me.
I understand why you hate abortions. I’ve had the hardest time
forgiving your parents for making you go through yours as a teen. I know
how much you wanted that baby. You know, I know. But I needed to
concentrate on the health, no the death of my child. Even her father
didn’t want to be involved. You think I could have handled the arguments
with you? Do you honestly believe we would have remained friends if I
had tried to tell you, then? I needed the comfort you gave me with the
amount of truth you did know.”

“I
could’ve tried to understand what you were going through, Belle.
Studied up on everything. Been with you and held your hand. I could’ve
been there so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“And
I would’ve used all of my energy wondering if you were hating me. If
you were blaming me. I didn’t have the strength within me to take that
chance. My entire system was in a state of shock. All of the hope I’d
had for Fawn was gone in one instant.”

“And
yet, you kept it from me for three years. Her birthday was a few weeks
ago. Instead of us sitting and talking about her, you took the day off
work. You shut off your phone and you shut me out.”

“Sunny,
please don’t leave like this. I wasn’t trying to shut you out.” Belle
rushed down the hallway after Sunny. Heartbroken that her friend was not
understanding where she was coming from, yet totally understanding the
need she felt to get away. “I was trying to close the door on the pain.
Trying to get a grip on the past so I could move on to the future.”

“You
know what, Belle. I understand where you’re coming from. I get it. I
just need to think. I need to adjust to the... to the death of Fawn. It
feels like a totally different thing to me and I need some time. I’ll
call you.”

COMMENT POLICY

This is my webpage, not a public forum. I don't mind serious discussion, but I will delete your comments for personal attacks (whether on me or my guests), in appropriate language,disrespectful behavior or excessive self-promotion.

As the character, Debney from my novel D.N.A.-Nothing Would Ever Be The Same- I blog whenever she has something to share. http://bit.ly/Debjrnl

Oh, I also have a blog for book reviews and another for book trailers. And one where I think of as my journal- Between the Sheets http://pencilnpen.blogspot.com

Adding 2 more blogs to update as needed. http://whencloudstouch.blogspot.com and http://trippingprincecharming.blogspot.com

I am a caged in frustrated author and self-publisher of thought provoking, mind bending books, an occasional step-in parent, a fountain of knowledge, and ready to share. Visit Wade-In Publishing http://wade-inpublishing.com.

Giggling With Joey

Ey on The Author's Nook

Joey- Authors Nook 2015

Wade-In Publishing Disclaimer:

The author of Wade-In Publishing publishes her opinion. The tips and advice offered, including, without limitation, any advice on disciplining your child (ren), is undertaken at your sole discretion. Should you decide to follow all or any part of the advice provided on this site you and they do so entirely at your own risk, and by voluntarily undertaking such risk, you hereby release Wade-In Publishing, its agents from any and all claims, actions, damages, obligations or liabilities based upon any acts or omissions in connection with the advice provided herein. We make no promises or guarantees regarding the outcome of the situation for which you have sought our advice. We provide: Guidance, Not Answers.

Photo Disclaimer

THIS BLOG claims no credit for any images posted on this site unless otherwise noted. Images on this blog are copyright to its respectful owners. If there is an image appearing on this blog that belongs to you and do not wish for it appear on this site, please E-mail with a link to said image and it will be promptly removed.